Again, the snow’s falling. Again, fear is paralyzing.
Again, the feeling like I’m holding ice in my hands. (Hear us all.)
Again, the snow’s falling. Again, fear is paralyzing.
Again, the feeling as if I knew all of this in advance. (Hear us all.)
These icy hands aren’t holding any enemies.
And it seems like nobody was moping around there on that day.
There was everything in that world. Everything was comically difficult.
I called home to say of course I’m alive.
Nobody had any reason to pick up the phone.
I thought I wouldn't become better.
So conceited even to this day.
I considered us flames amongst the smothered and lifeless.
I drowned. Not literally, but almost.
I was surrounded by poor artists. Things were looking up, but there was a snag.
And in those cold corridors, we were in search of fortune.
And in those cold corridors, it was hot, reminiscent of hell.
I miss those people, someone crushed their spirit.
Innocent kids in a cold city of an already fallen world.
I miss it…
Again, the snow’s falling. Again, fear is paralyzing.
Again, the feeling like I’m holding ice in my hands. (Hear us all.)
Again, the snow’s falling. Again, fear is paralyzing.
Again, the feeling as if I knew all of this in advance. (Hear us all.)
I want to show what I see every day.
The rich... (well) I'm not allowed to speak -
at least, like back then.
What’s more important is I'm not allowed to understand.
I miss it…
I hate the truth. I hate lies.
I hate the truth. I hate lies.
I may forget the truth, but I won’t forget a lie.
I won’t forget a lie.
Again, the snow’s falling. Again, fear is paralyzing.
Again, the feeling like I’m holding ice in my hands. (Hear us all.)
Again, the snow’s falling. Again, fear is paralyzing.
Again, the feeling as if I knew all of this in advance. (Hear us all.)